I hear the door. Angel and Quinn walk in. As the pass the table, they leave a cup of coffee on the table for me. I look at them in silence.
Angel is the first one to talk
"Dexter.. Do you know why you are here?"
I answer quite honestly, because I'm not sure yet.
Angel opens up a case file and I see a picture of Jason Thomson. "Do you know this man"
"No." I answer again, a little less honest this time.
"His name is Jason Thomson. He has been murdered."
I frown and act as confused as I can. "What does that have anything to do with me?"
"He was killed the same day you were hospitalized. And also.." Angel pauses for a second. ".. Your car was found next to the buidling he was killed in. And so were you, very close to that same location."
Though I expected it, it does come as a shock. How am I going to talk my way out of this one? Angel looks me right in the eyes.
I open my mouth but my mouth feels so dry that no sound comes out. I clear my throat, take a sip of coffee and try again. "I uhm.. I wish I could. Everything is just such a blur."
Great answer, Dexter. I'm sure they'll let you go now. I gotta focus. But no matter how much I think, I can't think of something. Quinn finally starts talking.
"Stop fucking lying. You are going to explain to us what you and your car were doing at that location right now!" I never really liked Quinn, but now it's going to whole new levels. I take a deep breath before I answer.
"Okay, okay.. I uh..."
My thoughts have never gone so fast. I think of every single possibility, and the words I choose even surprise me.
"... Yes.. I killed Jason Thomson."
Batista takes a few steps back in shock. Quinn gives me an 'I knew it' look. Congratulations, Quinn, you were right about me all along. After a while Batista decides to talk.
It's time to stop hiding and face the end. I have nothing left to live for, so why bother? "Because.. I'm the Bay Harbor Butcher."
Batista looks like he's having a heart attack himself. Even Quinn's face turns pale. But I don't care about their faces, I only care about the other face, I see standing behind them. Harry's face. Harry who looks at me sad, but at the same time proud.
A face that says: 'It is going to be alright, son.' And all my fear and doubts disappear. I hear a door opening and feel hands grabbing my arms and lift me out of the chair. Before I know it I'm being escorted out.
I walk down the hallway, seeing the faces of Masuka, Miller and even Matthews. But I stopped thinking about those things. For some reason the song 'Born Free' is playing in my head. As if it's Brian sending a message.
I know it sounds odd, but I have a feeling that both Harry and Brian are walking right beside me as I am going toward the end.
And it feels good.
To be continued...